Where we walked.
Feb 12, 20011 was the day of the saddest parting - I originally posted this view as a tribute to the first dog with whom I formed an understanding, and have remembered him here every time I've gone past since.
Rural idyll - the road through Inverawe
Tall old trees by the roadside
The old fellow was the first dog with whom I’d found an understanding. I remember it well – sitting in the back garden in the middle of one’s labours, he came around, sat beside me and basically said “look, it’s TLC behind the flappers, OK?”, and that was the moment of breakthrough. When he departed, I took the photo of Ben Cruachan beyond the trees in his honour; every time I’ve passed that spot since, I remember the ol’ dog – with much fondness.